Saturday, May 2, 2026

"Reading" Agatha Christie as a millenial woman

 So in the months of March and April, I went down the rabbit hole of "reading" Agatha Christie novels. "Reading" in quotes because I actually listened to the audio books. This was a long pending thing (atleast I should make use of my unemployed-stuck-at-home-with-no-escaping-this-hell situation) which I finally did somehow. The thing that lead to this was the series "Agatha Christie's Seven Dials" series. And the many different "who dunnit" movies which would always remind me of the fact that I hadn't read any of Agatha Christie's books though I love to read detective stories. I had listened to the "Murder on the Orient Express" audio book sometime ago and had liked it. Also I did suffer from the fomo of not knowing the character of Hercule Poirot. So the netflix series did stir up my fomo and made me listen to the numerous novels written by Agatha Christie. Though I started with "The mysterious affair at Styles" and then listened to "The Murder at the Vicarage" I decided that I should not listen to Poirot and Miss Marple in a mixed fashion. So I searched for the books so that I could find the chronological order of publishing and then started listening to the audio books accordingly. 

 "https://www.agathachristie.com/en" lists all the books by her (and also the new books written by other people - I had read about others writing stories of these characters long ago). I decided to stick to the books written by Agatha Christie herself. So I listened to all the Poirot novels first (these are the novels with the maximum number of books) and then moved on to Miss Marple novels and then Tommy and Tuppence novels. And this was quite something. Each audiobook usually is about 6-7 hours long. So this was the audio book version of binging. i.e one book per day. Had I read them I wouldn't have finished them this soon. 

And "reading" those books were like pattern identification. Many of her novels are similar in structure. Money features as a main motive in many of these books, there are several characters assembled at a certain location when something happens. Infact this feels like the darker/morbid version of a cozy Hindi family movie. (Also the reason why we love the original "Knives Out" movie.) There is no doubt that Agatha Christie was the queen of a certain genre of mystery thrillers. The binging aspect certifies that. And in many cases she portrays uncomfortable human emotions accurately. But as a modern millenial woman, there are certain things which I definitely cannot agree with, in her novels. I even asked google, google also agrees with me that such aspects have been pointed out by other readers too. So here are some things that struck me as a modern millenial female reader of Agatha Christie books. 

 

1) We are living in the remnants of colonialism. As a millenial Indian woman "reading" these books in 2026, I could not help noticing that the "morality" of Indians in 2026 is not at all different from that of English characters written in the early part of the 20th century. Like women looked down as nobodies, men controlling women's lives and bodies, women not allowed to go freely out of home and work. Independent women being called names, the list goes on. This made me look the things I had to endure in my life as an Indian woman in a different light. I started wondering if we Indians are still living in colonial era - keeping the "morals" imposed upon us during colonial days? Even after 78 years of independence? So colonialism still has its effect on the quality of life of a woman born years after India became independent. People of my country cannot shake off the remnants of these colonialist "values" even after all these decades? Caste and other discriminatory things already existed in India. Add classism and morals like "kula sthree/gentlewoman" (basically a woman who obeys patriarchy :/) to these already existing vile, and we get everything that make the life of a woman miserable right from her birth. 

    I was made to wonder whether colonialism might have played a part in imparting some of the problematic "values" belonging to a very old era to many Indians who might have blindly imbibed those  and even transformed them to suit the Indian local settings. (Or it might have been the other way around also.) In any case I was reminded of the stupid ideals people still cling to - like honor killing, "respectability", denial of a woman's agency and freedom. In addition to these many of these novels have racial slurs we cannot ignore in the modern days (and those were not altered in the audiobook versions that were definitely read after the abolition of apartheid in most of the world). There are many racist remarks which definitely are triggering and unacceptable to a modern millenial.

Then there is the over promotion of the "family" establishment. Many women characters sitting at home are either good wives or mothers (if they are not criminals). 

 Men who control everyone around them. Every Indian kid has gone through this. Women endure this as girls and are forced to endure this as grown women. Boys endure this and grow up to be men who control others in their lives. Men who kill their wives for money. Agatha Christie did get these characters spot on. It is a known fact that intimate partner violence is one of the most common form of violence a woman is subject to. It was so in the 20th century, it still is in 21st century. (Doesn't that make you marvel at how patriarchy operates successfully in passing on rotten ideals from millenia to millenia?)  

 2) Normalisation of toxic relationships : This is a very important aspect of Agatha Christie novels, a millenial woman with awareness cannot igore. There is Miss Marple novel named "Nemesis". Half way through it, I stopped listening to it, because it normalised sexual assault as if it is nothing at all! What on Earth? The author required the readers - rather preached to her readers that sexual assault is a forgivable crime. That was horrible. And the guy who did this crime had to be exonerated of some other suspected crimes so he could live freely?! Wow! That book was so triggering that I could not continue. Then I googled the story and read that a queer woman was the murderer? This books is the worst of her novels in my opinion. First of all justifying a certain crime and then making a queer person a criminal. This book is really really bad and unacceptable to anybody who lives in the modern world. I don't know why this book is still even in circulation. :/ 

Then the toxic relationship where a potential "love interest" strangles a woman at first sight! What the hell? And she is so madly in love with this guy that she finds someone choking her exiting? What illogical substance was the author smoking while writing such things? The same guy "professes his love" to the woman by saying that he will beat her black and blue if she ever thinks about going off with someone else! This book happens to be "The Man in the Brown Suit" a book in which it is the seemingly independent heroine who does these stupid things. The moment I heard these dialogues I was reminded of the SNL sketch about the actresses round table and the old actress played by Kate McKinnon normalising crimes against women and the younger generation getting uncomfortable. 

 As a millenial I would think that the women of my generation and younger would be wiser and lesser prone to these things. But the news we read point to the fact that even in a modern, world with so much awareness women are conditioned to believe that someone who physically assaults her can be forgiven because he "loves" her and will "protect" her.  

 3) Justification of relationships with large age gap : In many of these books, very young women, basically kids are shown to be married to men who are much older than them. It is treated as if this is normal and that men who are even above 60 are allowed by some magic intervention to have young wives. :/ In the context of the novels I may console myself that these are the morals from a bygone era. But what about the real life instances that are still prevalent in our 21st century society?

   In many cases movies justify a 40+ year old hero romancing a ~22 year old heroine (two such movies are "Sarvam Maya" and "Vishwanath & Sons"; earlier the movies wouldn't justify anything, but just cast, now they cast and justify with plot points too). And real life people vetting relations with such age gap and imbalance of power that, you as a modern woman start to wonder which dark era you are living in. Real world examples may even include cases where a college teacher proposes to a possibly underage student and the gharwaale (including the girl's parents) arranging a marriage, not realizing that this is exploitation and abuse of power on the part of the teacher who holds the internal marks of the teenage student. It definitely tells something about a man who goes after women who are much much younger than him. And should tell even more about this man when the woman happens to be in a position where she is a budding artist or a young student or a struggling actress and the older man is her superior/teacher or simply somebody who is a senior in the same field (say movie industry) and holds power and has more money than the young woman. This is not love, this is exploitation. 

    By no argument can one justify the predatory nature of such relationships. In the world of Agatha Christie novels these are normal. And the sad reality is that in the age of internet where one can google if such relations are predatory or not, people just blindly arrange and give blessing for the union of a potential predator with someone who has just crossed teenage. :|

      In addition to these, google tells me that some of the references which are used to mention characters indicate internalised misogyny. That is very true. The words used in the books to indicate mental illness are not very respectful either.  And there is definitely a prejudice against queer people. 

All in all getting familiar with the works of Agatha Christie made me reflect upon my current life circumstances. Being stuck at home in a place where people still care about "kula sthree" and cannot think scientifically or about anything other than inheritance (don't tell me that people in small towns aren't bothered about inheritances) or gossip about independent women (especially single women who), I could not shake off the realisation that we are still living backwardly with the ideals of the past that other parts of the world have abandoned. And how better my life as a millenial woman would have been, had such ideals not been imposed by the stupid people of the society. One can read Agatha Christie novels and do some detective thinking to solve the cases. But never take morals and ideals from her novels because they are really problematic. 

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PS  : I have to mention the names of the Agatha Christie novels I like, out of the ones I have finished: 

1) Death On The Nile

2) Murder on the Orient Express

3) The Murder of Roger Ackroyd - this one is very interesting since I was wondering if a certain kind of narrator was there in her novels and here it was. 

4) Peril At End House

5) 4.50 From Paddington

6) At Bertram's Hotel

 

 

 

 

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Giving up

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I started writing this last August, but left it unfinished. After 8 months I am trying to finish it. 

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August 2025 :  I quit my job! Yes; I - a non-quitter, the beacon of perseverance finally quit a job! Not that it was permanent; it would have ended months later anyway. Not that I have anything planned for my life after quitting. Still I quit - almost as an impulsive decision and regretted it for almost two weeks after quitting. Not because everything was going fine in the said job and my chosen career. But I realised that I will miss something I love the most in my life. That's how it has always been. First I quit loving. Now a job which might have given me a feeble opportunity at having a so called academic career. Still I quit and honestly I am very surprised I did! So surprised to the point that I am wondering what has come over me that I did such a "drastic" thing in my life!  

     I am trying to find the reasons of why I quit. Is it because of the realisation that I will never even get a permanent job despite working as a post doc for almost ten years now? Or is it because of the realisation that no matter what remarkable things I do in my career, I will never get any recognition for it because I am a woman? Or is it because I feel like a slave toiling away at the cost of my own physical and mental health, while some people who are capable of networking are given praise and positions whereas I am constantly overlooked (again also because I am a woman and a woman of colour)? Or is it because I was given two bad choices only - the choice of living as a jobless single woman who has to face taunts about not having a man in her life or not being a mother (as if these are the only greatest achievement even a modern woman can have ðŸ˜’) or of living in a far away land in a toxic living situation, with no opportunity to travel and be able to fulfill the minimum requirements of my very demanding career? A career where I am constantly judged on the basis of how many conferences I have attended, how many talks I have given in international conferences, how many grants and awards I have received and so on. It is quite unfair that a woman who had to struggle in the first place to reach where she is, is forced to face bad situations again and again and is driven to the point where her only options are to either take her own life because living with dignity is no longer a right or to chose the less worse option out of two really bad situations. So for the past few years I had been making choices to literally escape a life of torture from people who are still stuck ideologically in dark ages despite living in a modern world. And the places available to escape were those which would make me feel virtually imprisoned and stagnated in my career. 

        But then I realised that whatever choice I make, I will never escape the perils of being a woman - my gender will always come in the way of my success in life. Had I been a man, everything would have fallen on my lap just like that. I would have had a career handed over to me on a golden platter. I would have been given leadership positions, name, fame - whatever I could ask for. But no. I am a woman who had to fight patriarchy to pursue a career which dreamed she would have one day. A woman who instead got robbed off her dreams and is being chucked out of the system. No matter how much ever I love my subject, my opportunities to keep loving it will always be temporary. My freedom to love it with all my heart is restricted by the academic and general society because of my gender. I will never get a permanent job as an academic. I will never win the rat race of grants, leadership positions and whatnot. When I was young, being a scientist was all about seeking the truth about Nature. But nobody told me that seeking truths about the Nature can sometimes occur in corporate settings. Do I love Nature? Yes I do. Do I think I will pass every criteria humans have set up to be in a position to learn about Nature further? No. 

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March 2026 : So many things have happened in the months in between. I came home and started "working" as a volunteer (i.e a person without salary) from home in the feeble hopes of keeping my dying academic career alive. Ah! I have fallen from a virutually imprisoned person who was being denied growth and opportunities to a slave who is literally in the dungeons. Meanwhile some of the job applications I had applied to, sent perfunctory rejections months after they had selected their favourite candidates. A not so prestigious institute in India cannot hire a person working 3 international particle physics collaborations. The rejection letter shouldn't have upset me. But it did. Because it reminded me off all the rejections and reopened the wounds that I have been trying to heal. And I realised that rejection from a not so desirable job also can hurt one! And the self talk starts - "I am too old; my career is over; I am a failure". And combined with being stuck at home as a jobless person, who will turn 40 this year, I have been feeling lately that my career is over.  People who are concerned are only able to offer post doc positions only. Yet another post doc after 10 years. That makes me wonder what sin have I committed in my life to be treated like this in academia. 

    I have been thinking of changing careers. Discussions with friends about transitioning to industry. But I still haven't done anything in that direction. Deep down I know the reason for that. I still love this subject too much. And that one thought - that if I, a woman leave this field, that is one less woman in a field that already has less number of women and which is notorious for chucking women out of the system. So here I am waking up everyday, working for 3 hours (the truth is that it goes beyond 3 hours anyway) per day as a volunteer as per the contract chasing something that will never reward me anything in the end. Can I go and participate in the 30th anniversary celebration of the experiment I work in? No. Can I go to the collaboration meeting of the other experiment I am working on. No. So basically I am left at a place where people exploit me and squeeze all work out of me and yet all accolades, opportunities, leadership positions and what not are given to the so called "young blood". 

    I have never in my life participated in what people call as "pennu kaanal". Where a woman of a certain age is paraded in front of a bunch of people with idiotic and retrograde ideologies in the name of marriage. Where women are judged by entitled men and the accompanying slaves of patriarchy. No never. But, what I am forced to endure as a job applicant in academia is the exact academic version of this "pennu kaanal". I write my application, write proposals, update my CV (ah yes, even when I am unemployed my CV gets updated - I don't even know for what) and endure the indignation and submit it. Only to be judged by faceless "referees" who look at my age and say that I am too old (just like the slaves of patriarchy who deem a woman to be too old in a marriage market - wonder why it is a called a "market") to be hired. And other standards that are similar to the impossible beauty standards that are being forced upon women even in this age. Just like people say that a woman is "too thin", "too fat"; her hair "too long", "too short", "too curly"; her skin tone "too dark", a list of academic "beauty standards" exists. 
 

"1) Applicant is too old for this post . 
 

2) Applicant has never won a grant previously. So we cannot give her this grant. 
(So I want to ask that panel of referees some questions. Will you deny admission to a three year old in LKG because they don't know how to read or write? Or will you enroll the child in a school and give it the proper education it deserves? Or will you deny food to someone who is starving because they have never eaten before? There is a limit to being illogical.) Somebody has to give me a grant for the first time! If you don't give me that grant in the first place what right do you have to pass such idiotic comments on me?   

3) Applicant has only won local prizes (this was one of the most egregious comments I have received). 

4) Applicant has not attended an international conference in the past 2 years. Why? Because the bureaucracy in the country of the said grant does not issue temporary residence permit on time even for scientists who are classified as highly skilled workers.  Also because nobody is there to support me when it comes to nominations for talks in "prestigious" international conferences because my blood is not young. :/ 

5) Some hires who reject are so sure that I will continue to contribute to this field (with an empty pockets and with no health care when I literally am harming my body and mind in the name of succeeding in a non existent career). 

6) Some jobs will hire people only if they were convenors in their respective experiments. Ah! That means I will never get a job because convenership is  only given to young blood in certain collaborations. I am not a leader, but only a worker bee who is disposable. (How I read this attitude- "she is a mere woman from a third world country (which was our colony long ago). What right does she have to be a leader? She is a slave, she is a worker and has no value. She is a dumb person who is just there to fill the diversity quota and has no real intelligence. Who is she to become someone, let alone be intelligent? What does her contribution and hard work matter? She is not worthy or anything. She is disposable. Her labour is valueless. She has no right to have a career in this field.") 

7) I am "not good enough" to be even called for a job interview in so called prestigious institutes.  

  People enjoy the fruits of my labour and never acknowledge me. All I am left with is unemployment and mental agony because of being at the receiving ends of sexism, racism, ageism and every other shorter ends of sticks. What I refused to face in a marriage market, I am being forced to face in my chosen career path. 

Which brings me to the other point. There was a time when I was willing to love someone and "fall" in love. But then what happened? I was never loved. I was always rejected. "Why don't you cut your hair and lose your weight?" Such were the comments I used to hear. At 30 then I decided that I will never love anyone in my life ever again. That is something I gave up because hoping to find true love one day was doing me more harm than good. As a 30 year old I learnt not to waste my time and mental energy in people who would never love me back. I think I am learning a similar thing as a soon going to be 40 millenial woman - i.e not to waste my time, physical and mental health (very important as a person who is aging) on a career where I will never be appreciated let alone be given a permanent job. It broke my heart 10 years ago and made me a person devoid of any feelings 10 years ago. It breaks my heart to teach myself to detach from something I have loved so deeply since high school. The realisation that not everyone is given an opportunity to make a mark in this world is heartbreaking. Yes. I too had got fascinated with physics and the physicists as a high schooler. I too wanted to become a scientist. And when I became one, I realised that I am not welcome here at all. Because just like I don't fit any beauty standards that is expected out of women and will never be loved by anyone, I don't anything to fit the unreasonable standards of academia.

  So difficult as it is, I have arrived at a very hard and painful decision after taking into account the realities that I have been facing. I am not going to get a permanent job in academia at all. Infact I will be 40 in two months. Nothing is going to happen within the next two months that will give me some hope about a career as a Physicist. So to stay true to my decision, I will quit Physics forever after my 40th birthday. It will be heart wrenching, tear inducing and what not. But nevertheless I may find peace and may find something to pursue for the next 10 years so that I can leave that thing when I am 50... 

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